O Heaven
Blu & Exile Lyrics


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O Heaven, how can I forget you?
Rose to the occasion, one day, pluck your petals
Store something precious up in the way I left you
But no matter what's changed, sustain, be the best you
The rest grew restless as cousins sleep
Went in peace, but the search wasn't deep
I invested my week to see a brighter Monday morn, but
Woke up on Tuesday in the same uniform (damn!)
And through it all I try not to do you wrong
As I have in the past, rapping other love songs
But its kinda hard building lust when the trust gone
Money was the object of affection, they ain't want y'all
Should've gone with my first love
Maybe moved out to? and wrote books in cursive
Learned a little French and do the film I've been tryna make
Translate the feeling I was feeling at my modern-day
Took a break with the wiz, gave the rhymes a break
Busted hard enough to make the condom break
No seeds, no sticks, no stems
Old gems found crumbled by the bubble-goose Timbs
I get here to hems and acquire from the pews well
Mom sat listening to Sunday's blues
And I stuffed penny loafers that I stuffed a nickle into
All-white Easter suit that won't fit you
Sent through Heaven to Hell to send dreams of
Places once dwelled, but I feel for the green stuff.
Swore I could fly back and say hi again
But my money just no good, I needed time to spend
Brought me back to my youth when I was grindin
With no loot, book full of rhymes with the gold tooth
With the scripture engraved over a picture of the days
When I dreamt to be a richer?
From the picture to the glass house
Built for? to remember the soul once numbered: gone
Gotta find it in her, and we happily concur
Ever after, one blur
Marry matching, one word: love
Crumpled in notebooks you never saw
A little thoughts and yada-yada, drama side
Traumatized by fallin of in the water
Which was softer than the ground-level
Found? daisies without petals - how special?
All loving, how could I forget you?





My dedication to the music

Overall Meaning

The song "O Heaven" by Blu & Exile is a poignant reflection about the complexities of life and love. It starts off with the singer expressing his longing to forget someone, but at the same time, preserving their memory in a special way. The lyrics go on to delve into the challenges faced by the singer, including the pursuit of success, the erosion of trust, and the lure of money. Despite these obstacles, however, he acknowledges his desire to do right by the people he loves and to find meaning in his artistic pursuits. The song weaves together themes of nostalgia, regret, and resilience in a way that resonates deeply with listeners.


Throughout the song, the lyrics are rich with imagery, painting a vivid picture of the singer's experiences. For example, when he says, "Old gems found crumbled by the bubble-goose Timbs, I get here to hems and acquire from the pews well," he is describing a search for something valuable that has been neglected or forgotten. This could represent his search for meaning or fulfillment in his life, despite the distractions and challenges that stand in his way. Later, when he talks about "crumpled notebooks you never saw," he is hinting at the vast store of creative work that he has produced over the years. This could be interpreted as a commentary on the nature of art, which often involves pouring one's heart and soul into a project that may never be seen or appreciated by others.


Overall, "O Heaven" is a powerful song that speaks to the human experience in a way that is both relatable and profound. It touches on universal themes like love, loss, and the pursuit of meaning, while also tackling more specific issues like trust and financial security. Whether you are a fan of hip-hop or not, this song is sure to resonate with anyone who has ever grappled with the complexities of life.


Line by Line Meaning

O Heaven, how can I forget you?
The singer wonders how they could possibly forget the legacy and impact of their music.


Rose to the occasion, one day, pluck your petals
The singer recognizes the importance of their music and the need to nurture and protect it from those who would harm it.


Store something precious up in the way I left you
The singer seeks to preserve their legacy and ensure that their music remains of value over time, even after they are gone.


But no matter what's changed, sustain, be the best you
The artist hopes that their music will continue to thrive and grow even as life and circumstances change around it.


The rest grew restless as cousins sleep
The artist notes that others have moved on from their music, treating it with indifference or neglect, like distant relatives.


Went in peace, but the search wasn't deep
The singer laments that those who didn't take the time to truly understand their work missed out on its deeper meanings and values.


I invested my week to see a brighter Monday morn, but
The singer has put in the work to create something worthwhile, but even they acknowledge that it doesn't automatically translate to success and happiness.


Woke up on Tuesday in the same uniform (damn!)
The artist is disappointed that despite their hard work, things remain unchanged and they are still stuck in a rut.


And through it all I try not to do you wrong
The artist endeavors to stay true to their music and not compromise their artistry or message for the sake of commercial success or other external pressures.


As I have in the past, rapping other love songs
The artist acknowledges that they have made compromises in the past, such as writing songs focused on love rather than broader themes, and seeks to avoid repeating those mistakes.


But it's kinda hard building lust when the trust gone
The singer recognizes that to create something truly special, there needs to be a foundation of trust and mutual understanding, which can be difficult to maintain in the music industry.


Money was the object of affection, they ain't want y'all
The artist notes that some in the music industry are only interested in making money, regardless of the quality or impact of the work they produce.


Should've gone with my first love
The singer wishes they had stayed true to their artistic vision and followed their heart, rather than being swayed by external pressures or temptations.


Maybe moved out to? and wrote books in cursive
The singer contemplates a different path for themselves, one where they express their creativity through writing and literature rather than music.


Learned a little French and do the film I've been tryna make
The singer sees other creative outlets as potential avenues to express themselves and bring their vision to life.


Translate the feeling I was feeling at my modern-day
The artist seeks to capture the essence of their current experiences and emotions in their work, so that others may relate and find value in it.


Took a break with the wiz, gave the rhymes a break
The artist took a break from music to recharge and refocus, spending time with their friends and loved ones instead.


Busted hard enough to make the condom break
The singer acknowledges that they have taken risks and made sacrifices in pursuit of their creative goals.


No seeds, no sticks, no stems
The singer is proud of the quality of their work and seeks to distance themselves from those who produce lesser quality music or take shortcuts.


Old gems found crumbled by the bubble-goose Timbs
The artist looks back on their earlier work and recognizes that it still has value, even if it has been forgotten or lost in the passage of time.


I get here to hems and acquire from the pews well
The artist draws inspiration and spiritual insights from their experiences and the people they encounter in their life and work.


Mom sat listening to Sunday's blues
The artist's upbringing and familial relationships have played a significant role in shaping their creativity and perspective on life.


And I stuffed penny loafers that I stuffed a nickel into
The singer looks back on their humble beginnings and the small sacrifices they made to pursue their creative ambitions.


All-white Easter suit that won't fit you
The artist acknowledges that they have changed and grown over time, but some things, like their artistic legacy, will always remain the same.


Sent through Heaven to Hell to send dreams of
The singer sees their creative work as a means of sharing their experiences and emotions with others, regardless of whether those experiences were positive or negative.


Places once dwelled, but I feel for the green stuff.
The singer reflects on how their pursuit of financial success and material wealth has impacted their creative work and sense of purpose in life.


Swore I could fly back and say hi again
The singer longs to revisit their past and reconnect with the people and places that influenced their creative journey.


But my money just no good, I needed time to spend
Despite their financial success, the artist recognizes that money cannot buy back lost time or bring back the people and experiences that they miss.


Brought me back to my youth when I was grindin
The artist recalls the struggles and sacrifices they made early on in their creative journey, which helped shape their work and commitment to their craft.


With no loot, book full of rhymes with the gold tooth
The singer highlights the importance of creative passion and dedication, even in the absence of financial or material rewards.


With the scripture engraved over a picture of the days
The singer sees their creative work as a form of personal expression and reflection, with the lyrics and themes reflecting their own experiences and emotions.


When I dreamt to be a richer?
The artist reflects on the early days of their creative journey, when they dreamed of achieving success and financial stability through their work.


From the picture to the glass house
The artist has come a long way in their journey, transforming from a young artist with a vision to a successful and accomplished creator.


Built for? to remember the soul once numbered: gone
The artist's work serves as a memorial to those who have passed on, a testament to their legacy and the impact they had on others.


Gotta find it in her, and we happily concur
The singer recognizes that creative inspiration and energy can come from anywhere, and they are willing to seek out new sources of motivation and inspiration.


Ever after, one blur
The artist acknowledges that their journey and legacy will continue to evolve and change over time, even as they strive to leave a lasting impact on the world.


Marry matching, one word: love
The singer sees creative collaboration and shared artistic vision as a means of creating something truly special and meaningful.


Crumpled in notebooks you never saw
The singer laments the fact that some of their best and most personal creative work has never been shared or appreciated by others.


A little thoughts and yada-yada, drama side
The singer recognizes that their work is not always lighthearted or simple, but can address complex and challenging themes and emotions.


Traumatized by fallin of in the water
The artist has experienced setbacks and challenges in their creative journey, but has persisted in the face of adversity.


Which was softer than the ground-level
The artist acknowledges that their struggles, while difficult, have not been as severe or challenging as those of others in the world.


Found? daisies without petals - how special?
The singer reflects on the beauty and uniqueness of the world, even in the midst of challenging and difficult circumstances.


All loving, how could I forget you?
Through all of their ups and downs, the singer remains dedicated to their work and artistic vision, which they see as a form of universal love and connection.




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King

O, Heaven
How could I forget you?
Rose to the occasion one day
Plucking petals
Stole something precious
Should've been the way I left you
But no matter what's changed
Sustain
Be the best you
The rest grew restless as cousin's sleep
Wanted peace but the search wasn't deep
I invest in my week
To see a brighter Monday morn', but
Woke up on Tuesday in the same uniform
And through it all I try not to do you wrong
As I have in the past
Rapping other love songs
But it's kinda hard
Building lust when your trust gone
Money was the object of affect-
They ain't want Jean
Should've gone with my first love
Maybe moved out to Vigo and wrote books in cursive
Learned a little French and do the film I've been tryna make
And translate the feeling I was feeling at my modern-day
Took a break with the wiz
Gave the rhymes a break
Busted hard enough to make the condom break
No seeds, no sticks, no stems
Old gems found crumbled by the bubble-goose and Timbs
I can hear the hymns
And the choirs from the pews where
Mom sat listening to Sunday's blues
In the scuffed penny loafs that I stuffed a nickel into
All-white Easter suit that won't fit you
Sent through Heaven to Hell to sell dreams of
Places once dwelled
But I fell for the green stuff
Swore I could fly back and say hi again
But my money was no good
I needed time to spend
Brought me back to my youth when I was grinding with no loot
Book full of rhymes with the gold tooth
With the scripture engraved
Over a picture of the days
When I dreamt of being richer
Liquor pours
From the picture to the glass house
Built for lookers to remember the soul once 'membered: gone
Gotta find it in her
And we happily concur
Ever after, one blur
Marry matching, one word: love
Found crumpled in notebooks you never saw
Belittled thoughts and yada-yada
Drama side, my
Traumatized by, um
Falling off in the water, which was softer than the ground-level
Found holding soul of daisies without petals
How special
Oh heaven, how could I forget you
My dedication to the muses



All comments from YouTube:

King

O, Heaven
How could I forget you?
Rose to the occasion one day
Plucking petals
Stole something precious
Should've been the way I left you
But no matter what's changed
Sustain
Be the best you
The rest grew restless as cousin's sleep
Wanted peace but the search wasn't deep
I invest in my week
To see a brighter Monday morn', but
Woke up on Tuesday in the same uniform
And through it all I try not to do you wrong
As I have in the past
Rapping other love songs
But it's kinda hard
Building lust when your trust gone
Money was the object of affect-
They ain't want Jean
Should've gone with my first love
Maybe moved out to Vigo and wrote books in cursive
Learned a little French and do the film I've been tryna make
And translate the feeling I was feeling at my modern-day
Took a break with the wiz
Gave the rhymes a break
Busted hard enough to make the condom break
No seeds, no sticks, no stems
Old gems found crumbled by the bubble-goose and Timbs
I can hear the hymns
And the choirs from the pews where
Mom sat listening to Sunday's blues
In the scuffed penny loafs that I stuffed a nickel into
All-white Easter suit that won't fit you
Sent through Heaven to Hell to sell dreams of
Places once dwelled
But I fell for the green stuff
Swore I could fly back and say hi again
But my money was no good
I needed time to spend
Brought me back to my youth when I was grinding with no loot
Book full of rhymes with the gold tooth
With the scripture engraved
Over a picture of the days
When I dreamt of being richer
Liquor pours
From the picture to the glass house
Built for lookers to remember the soul once 'membered: gone
Gotta find it in her
And we happily concur
Ever after, one blur
Marry matching, one word: love
Found crumpled in notebooks you never saw
Belittled thoughts and yada-yada
Drama side, my
Traumatized by, um
Falling off in the water, which was softer than the ground-level
Found holding soul of daisies without petals
How special
Oh heaven, how could I forget you
My dedication to the muses

god ov\\

This song gives me the best feels ever, when it came out was such a great time makes me feel so good about life.

HughGEric Sean

The over all feel of this song is so majestic and blissful. What a masterpiece of an instrumental

Chulo Sinclaire

the stars and planets were aligned that night this beat was made!!

Chulo Sinclaire

+Potion's Instrumentals okay I'll check it out now! thanks a lot. I need real hip hop daily.

Amy H

The framework of this is taken from "how high the moon" ll

Cody Teliszczak

this is what music is about. that feeling you get, the speechlessness

Allen Bauman

I don't listen to rap. Don't listen to hip-hop. Until now. This is sublime.

oHeaven

valeu pela homenagem meu mano, tmj cria

mrpostman730

This song can mean so many interpretations depending on how you listen to it. Driving home from PHILLY last weekend. Let my friend drive cause I was tired. Dozin' when this track came on in the car. It WOKE ME UP.

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